A New Empire (Star Wars)

VERSE 1 He walks through the wreckage, composed and alone A shadow in white, that stands on its own His eyes read the patterns that chaos leaves behind War is his canvas, order is his design He speaks like a prophet — no anger, no pride Just logic and vision, no need to decide He already knows how the future will turn Each battle a lesson, or failure you learn [PRE-CHORUS] They called him too cold But we were too weak He builds from the ashes While others just speak [CHORUS] Genius, tactician — with a will made of steel Ambition unshackled, a force you can feel A connoisseur of art, yet ruthless and cold A master of action, with vision untold Philosopher, logician— sharpened precision Every step he takes, a calculated decision A mind like a weapon, a ghost in the dawn His knowledge is power, his words are his brawn He’ll raise the Empire from ruin and ash With nothing but brilliance, no need for the past The future is his — the old empire’s gone Long live the reign Of Grand Admiral Thrawn [VERSE 2 ] How does he do it? How does he know? Every action to take against his foes Before they strike, he’s seen their end Like he’s lived the battle, again and again Each move they make, he’s already drawn A trap beneath every star they’re on No guess, no chance, no need to pray He studies their soul, then takes them away [THRAWN] “Well, you see, Captain Pellaeon — it’s all rather simple. The key is the timing… the art of misdirection. They look at the fleet — they miss the infection. They’ll think it’s aggression — but really, it’s bait. While they turn to defend… we rewrite their fate.” [PRE-CHORUS 2] He sees what we don’t He acts while we stall A thousand steps forward Before we move at all [CHORUS] Genius, tactician — with a will made of steel Ambition unshackled, a force you can feel A connoisseur of art, yet ruthless and cold A master of action, with vision untold Philosopher, logician— sharpened precision Every step he takes, a calculated decision A mind like a weapon, a ghost in the dawn His knowledge is power, his words are his brawn He’ll raise the Empire from ruin and ash With nothing but brilliance, no need for the past The future is his — the old empire’s gone Long live the reign Of Grand Admiral Thrawn [BRIDGE] If he’d been there… If Thrawn had commanded the fleet at Endor There’d be no Rebellion left to remember No Death Star lost, no throne left bare The Emperor’s vision, intact — with none to dare He wasn’t there when the fools let it die But he’s here now, beneath a colder sky And I swear on the stars, and the ships we’ve drawn — The Empire lives on In the name of Thrawn